Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 10:10:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dadz Dream <dadzdream@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Slutty Kid, Chapter 4

Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction, a product of my wild
imagination combined with my deepest fantasies. It is intended for a legal
adult audience only, and contains graphic sex between adult men and an
underaged boy. All rights reserved by the author.

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My Slutty Kid, Chapter 4 by DadzDream (Mb, tb, M+b, inc, cons, group)

Previously in Chapter 3:

After our pizza we ate some dessert and then went upstairs together. We
went into my kid's room and retrieved the newly burned disc from our
surveillance system. My boy quickly put the movie in the DVD player
connected to his TV and ran back to me to pull my shorts down, inviting his
daddy to share his bed with hunger still in his eyes. I climbed in first,
then he followed and we watched as the light from the TV filled the dark
room. The video started right as his tongue began slithering around my
balls.

Halfway through watching the footage of my slutty kid taking cock after
hard pedo cock, I'd had enough and lifted my cocksucking son's mouth off my
rod and rolled his body over to prepare him for one last fuck of the
night. I parted his butt cheeks with one hand so I could ease Mr. Driller
out of his cummy hole with the other. Jizz immediately began to leak from
his child sized boy pussy so I quickly pressed myself into him, plugging up
his snatch once more.

Video Footage:

7:42 PM

My son enters his room again and is followed by the hunky pizza delivery
guy. Before undressing, however, my boy does something I wasn't expecting -
something he's never done before. He whispers something to the guy and then
walks over to the hidden console that controls all of the cameras. Pressing
a few buttons, the cameras shut off and the video feed is cut right as the
delivery guy finishes removing all of his clothes.

Chapter 4

The warm sun peeks through the blinds into my son's bedroom. My eyes
reluctantly adjust to the daylight as I awaken and peer out my son's
bedroom window. Our quiet suburban neighborhood is peaceful, serene but for
the the sounds of birds chirping and some distant neighbor mowing his lawn
entirely too early for my tastes. After a quick glance at the clock and I
realize that my neighbor isn't mowing early in the morning hours - we've
overslept and it's actually close to noon.

Turning to wake the sleeping devil beside me I stop when I notice the
T.V. on, the DVD still playing from last night. Must have left it on
repeat, I gotta stop doing that. The screen is black and there is no
action, though the runtime continues to count. Odd...What happened to the
video feed? Using the nearby remote, I rewind the footage to pinpoint just
where exactly it stopped filming.

I rise from my son's small bed, completely unnoticed, and move to the
camera console to check out just what footage it missed. After fiddling
with the controls for a bit I discover that my the video camera had been
disabled after my son had entered his room with the pizza guy. Weird, why
would he have done that? The cameras in his room were HIS idea in the first
place, and besides, the kid's a little exhibitionist, he loves knowing he's
on camera while pleasing all these older guys. What gives?

I think to question my boy about this unusual behavior, but not now, not
right away. It's the weekend, so we'll have plenty of time to chat when the
time is right.

"Hey kiddo, I think we've slept in long enough don't ya think?" I croak and
softly nudge his head with mine and kiss his messy hair. My sexy and
beautiful, bed-headed boy turns to me and smiles, which becomes a yawn as
he adjusts to the brightness of the room.

"Morning Daddy," he mews, and stretches out across the bed, arms beyond his
head, feet reaching far back and kicking what had remained of the bedsheets
onto the floor. "Did we get any new messages?" he asks, referring, of
course, to our 'special' website for horny dudes and dads who want to spend
'time' with my son.

My cock jumps a bit and a grin spreads across my face. No matter how well I
know my little son, he still catches me by surprise all the time with just
how big of a slut a young grade schooler can be. I can only assume that
normally little boys wake up and rush to play their favorite video game, or
to watch saturday morning cartoons, or to gobble down cold cereal in a
hurry to head outside to play with the neighborhood kids.

Not my slutty kid though; he wants to know which horny guys are eager and
available to fuck his boy butt and schoolboy mouth. My cumslut boy awakens
everyday with a desire to seduce and be used by men bigger, stronger, older
than him, and to be filled with their sperm any way possible.

"Well, I haven't checked yet, but I'm quite sure my sexy lil man has plenty
of suitors lined up already," I tell him with a wink.

"What's a Su-Tor?"

"Oh, heh, well in your case, it's all those daddies who want to meet you,"
I explain. "And since today's Saturday, I bet there are a whole lot of them
with pent up sexual urges, who want to get away from those frigid mommies
who won't sex them up and come see you instead!"

His smile lights up at this, and he leaps to his feet. His small boy cock
is pointing straight out toward me. I step toward him and grapes his little
cock and balls in a firm but gentle grip and dip my head down to meet his.

"Mmmm, my boy really loves cock, doesn't he?" I whisper as my lips inch
toward his. His whole body trembles as I rub his erection and continue:
"I'll make sure you get all the sex you need, my boy slut. First, French
kiss your old man for a bit and show me you still love me the most."

His ruby lips part in a lusty smile and my adult tongue slides into his
mouth. While fondling his small genitals I begin to explore and probe his
mouth until I feel his own little boy tongue meet his dad's in a wet,
saliva-rich exchange. My own cock has stiffened to full mast while I make
out with my naked 10 year old kid in his bedroom. Our lips smash together
again and again, shifting our heads from side to side until I pull back
suddenly. His eyes remain closed, lips puckered and slick, a strand of
slobber down the corner of his mouth.

I take my thick finger and stick that between his closed lips. I feel the
warmth envelop it while his tongue swirls around it, getting it wet and
warm. Removing my finger I dive down again and start furiously macking with
my child once more. Without breaking our kiss, I squat and grab his legs
and lift him up in one motion. His tongue explores my mouth once his slim
childish waist is wrapped around my torso, and I prepare my boy to get his
first fuck of the day by inserting my wet finger into his tight cunt.

His hungry ass opens for his daddy's finger as I wiggle it around up inside
him. God, he always feels so fucking warm, so inviting. My cock aches and
throbs while I finger my son and continue to swap spit in a passionate,
never-ending kiss. I'd love to keep this up forever but I have a busy day
planned for us. And because I just gotta get off inside my son's beautiful
boyass.

Later this weekend, I will be placing another order for pizza (with a
special request for our 'delivery boy') and I'll find out once and for all
just what my son didn't want his daddy seeing on film.

Later today, after doing some household chores, I will post a message for
my group that invites horny dad's and dudes to come by my house to play
with my boy. I will have my son wearing his leather blindfold (comically
referred to as "my cyclops visor!" by the little vixen), naked and on his
knees, ready to please everyone I send his way.

Right now, well...I withdraw my finger and press my hardness up to his
small opening.

"Open up that ass for me son," I encourage him. My cock finds its mark, and
he shudders.

"Ohhh daddy..."

"That's right, you need my cock in you, fucking you every day, filling you
with my seed, don't you?"

"Yess dadd..."

My voice grows lower, huskier as I thrust deeply. and tell him "You're one
hot slut, kiddo. Daddy's gotta give it to you rough now, ok?"

He doesn't answer, just gives me a look difficult to put to words yet
impossible to misinterpret. It's his 'fuck me, use me' look. I still don't
know how a kid so young could be so preternaturally seductive, like he was
created in a lab to seduce every red-blooded man in the world. But he's got
it, and it gets him exactly what he needs, a hardon pointing right in his
direction.

The heat of my son's opening as it reluctantly managed to fit my big adult
cock is sticky molten, so wicked, so intense. I know immediately that this
little father-son mid-morning ass fucking was going to set the tone for the
rest of the weekend.

Yep, he's got a lot to explain to me, and I have a pretty good feeling my
mischievous boy's been up to no good without my say so - just why did he
hide the pizza boy? Could it be that they know each other from another
encounter?

Well, I'll be finding out, that's for sure...just after I set my boy down
here in the master bath and force his torso up against the shower wall. I
pull the chain for the shower and we're under a cloud of steamy mist, and I
aggressively drive my manhood back into my child's hole.

Pounding my little kid's hole in and out rapidly as I am keeps pushing his
body further and harder into the wall so he presses one hand above him and
blindly grasps a shower bar for stability. He whimpers more when I pull his
right leg up against the wall, pulling it higher and I can really see my
cock ramming his pussy. My baby boy whore, letting his hairy dad butt fuck
him day and night, over and over and sometimes with a brutal urgency that
surprised them both, this is what my son is born to do.

I have an inspired idea when I eventually pump my load into my kid's puffy
cunt, and after squeezing all of my sperm up into his tiny chute I tell him
to hurry and go get cleaned up so we can go out. Eventually (a few too many
last minute clothing decisions later) and we go to my favorite bookstore in
town.

I'm getting my slutty son a journal, a diary for him to record all of his
.... activities. Trust me when I tell you now - you're definitely wanna
read what he wrote for yourself!!

Author: Phew... quite the break between stories there! Thanks for all the
inspiring and encouraging emails and comments; your ideas and feedback,
along with getting to meet all kinds of like-minded people out there!
Hahaha well, you won't hear my complain bout that heh...On the flip side I
apologize to anyone who never received a response. I did read through every
thing email though, so I really think you'll all like what I have in store
for the man with no name - and his hot little boy slut! Thanks for reading!
(Oh and PS: Any DC area-readers maybe interested in meet up?)